Time Machine

Mrs. Moonface always gives us work over the weekends. I don’t think it’s fair I have to write a paper on a book I didn’t read yet. I was getting around to reading it when I had time. So now she expects me to read this book on some president who was shot while in a parade. I don’t care how much the paper is worth; I have plans with the cute boy in my math class, and there is no way ‘nm missing that
I have to hurry and get home so I can pay my squirt brother to do this.
“Mom, where is Logan?” I asked
“He’s at your Grandmother’s. He said something about her being sick and he volunteered to go help her.” My mother said with a smile.
“Well, I need him.” I complained as I stomped my foot on the living room floor.
“You could call him then.” She replied as she picked the last of the dirty laundry.
Of course I’ll call him, I mean the nerve he has to be out somewhere when I need him. He is such a suck up; he’s got something up his sleeve because he never volunteers to do anything for anyone else. I rushed to the phone.
“Pff, could he take any longer getting to the phone?” I said out loud.
“Hello?” A deep voice said on the other line; the voice I noticed as no other then my bratty brother.
“Logan, what are you doing? Don’t you know I need you this weekend? I have this paper due and I’m too busy to do it. So I need you to do it since you don’t really have a life anyways.” I said in a rush.
“Alyssa, I can’t. I have to help Gram out this weekend.” He replied then hung up without a goodbye-the nerve.
I sat down with my feet propped up on my desk and the book in my hand ready to read. Yet, you see my feet just kept screaming that they needed a pedicure. So of course I had to go the mall and get one. Then while I was there I decided I might as well get a manicure, facial, and my hair done.
Now, I know what you are thinking, I should be home reading that damn book. You are most definitely right, but I just need some me time right now. Then, soon as I get home I’ll get on reading that book-right after shopping.
Wow, bags get heavy after a few hours. I set all of them on my bed and headed to the bathroom. I sunk into fluffy, heavenly bubbles and let all my worries fade away. After the unwinding of my day was over I walked down to my room and there was my brothers door wide open, which by the way it never is. It so happens that I dropped something and it landed in his room. Wow, my brother has way too much time on his times. There is so much junk in here. There was a huge cold piece of metal in the middle of his room that I just had to touch. As I touched all the buttons something popped up and asked for date; I assumed it meant my date of birth.
“Five…four…. nineteen…eighty-eight.” I said as I punched in the numbers.
Suddenly, the room warped into something I’ve never seen. No longer was it filled with the “junk” but rather it was bare. I was definitely a bit concerned but I was in my house. I started walking around and just took in how different everything looked. Then… Wait what was going on? Was that my mom?!?! She looked like she was pregnant!
Ok I had no clue what was going on but I wanted to get back. I’d even read the book if it would get me out of this weird place. I scurried around trying to find somewhere to get out. I was finding no luck in the bare house. Minutes went by then zap – just like that I was back like nothing had ever happened. What? It all doesn’t make any sense.
I gripped my towel, ran to my room, and jumped in my bed where I feel into a deep sleep. No matter how deep of a sleep it was I still woke up thinking about that machine. I just had to try something, maybe that would even prove me to get an “A” and also go on my date. Who could/would give up the chance to get a garneted “A”? I’ll tell you who; NOONE! See the way I see it I’ll just go back to when that guy was shot and see it all in person and write my paper. Thus, I would never have to read the book.
“Eleven…. twenty-two…. nineteen…. sixty-two” I typed in as quickly as possible.
The cheers ran through every inch of the block. All of this was happening because of one guy having a parade. Shot, I should become president; especially if you get all this fame. Yet, back to what was going on around me. I knew that the guy or the president got shot when he turned onto some road. The teacher had repeated the name so many times so it wasn’t hard to remember - Elm Street.
If I could some how get someone’s attention, like police officers, I could easily warn him of the outcomes. I quickly found one, considering they were like everywhere. I told him the president was going to be shot if he didn’t turn around and they must really like that president because they simple turned around. Thank goodness I only stay in the date for about 15 minutes or I might have to answer to the cops.
My house looked the same so I went straight to bed. I woke up early to the sound of clinging and clanging in the kitchen. Who could possible be up? My mother didn’t get up till 12 in the afternoon during the weekends. I planned on writing my paper right away but I would rather eat breakfast.
Nothing seemed odd as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Yet, when I seen my mother and what she was wearing it all was spelled out clearly. Whatever I did changed stuff, a lot of stuff. I mean my mother talked different, dressed different, and was obviously living differently.
As the day progressed, things got stranger and stranger. I had no clue what I was going to do. I had to fix this, soon if I was going to be able to write the paper, and go on my date tomorrow.
I went out into the “real world” first before I head back to change what I had caused. People were a lot brighter and well just more considerate. It was a nicer world, now I wasn’t so sure I wanted to go back, and undo this. Let me tell you, one thing would make or break if I changed it or not. That was if my crush from math class was still on for my date tomorrow.
I dialed the number and waited for him to pick up. I had so many butterflies in my tummy, but they quickly flew away when an old lady answered the phone and had no clue whom I was looking for; I knew it was back to old life. OK, I told you that would make or break this life.
“Eleven…twenty-two…nineteen…. sixty-three…” I typed in ready for this all to be over soon.
There I was with only a couple of minutes to make sure it all went to plan correct. I had heard on the discovery channel that the shots were from the Dealey Plaza. I ran to the place where the shots were supposedly heard and I found Oswald there, sitting, and waiting for the president. So you know what I did, I hit him upside the head, and took his gun.
When you want something right you have to do it yourself. That’s what I was going though I had never shot a gun before in my life I’d watched movies. I knew what I was doing, kind of. Here’s where I’ll leave out the gross parts, and just tell you the simple stuff, I shot the gun six, seven times and hit him 3 times. I’ll have you know I was going for the eighth shot before I was sucked back to my life. Where I had all the information on what happened to JFK, but I knew better then to tell the truth that I had shot the president, so I said Oswald did.
You know what, time travel takes up a lot more time then I thought because already it was Sunday and I hadn’t even started to get ready. As I was heading into the bathroom, the phone started ringing, you’ll never guess who it is, my parole officer!
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